The witch's tower: The last witch's curse

Spellcast 1: The curse

"Sir Arthur.... I curse you!"

Arthur's eyes flashed open with a start, his breath rapid and his body shaking... Amidst his heavy breathing as he lay down, his eye trailed around him, partially dazed... He was not in the witch's tower... He was inside his quarters inside the lower right side of the palace, lying upon his wooden bed in bewilderment... A white morning sunlight creeped through the small window in the top of the room near his bed as he quickly sat up in his bed... Arthur sat upright, at first feeling across his chest, finding that he was not wearing his armour... No much rather he was in the blue body linen he was in the night before he took off... He felt around his chest, looking for his wound... But it wasn't there... He looked down his collar to see that there wasn't even a scar there, the skin was fresh and unpierced... He then threw off his blanket's going to look at his feet, only to see the blisters were there neither, he was completely healed... And then he placed his head against his clasped hands his breath still rapid as he gulped... A dream...  
"Arthur!" came a loud voice from outside his door, making him jump a bit as he looked up to the large oak door outside his room... Somebody was knocking it about four or five times at once. "Arthur, are you up?!" Came the voice again, as Arthur then sighed...
"Let me get dressed..." he answered, getting out of the bed...

Arthur walked out of his room, dressed in a white ruffled shirt and some black trousers, to his feet he wore some leather brown boots as he was greeted by a fairly dark skinned bald man before him. The man had quite a heavy build as he wore a red shirt and black trousers, covered up by a brown leather apron. Despite the fact that this man had quite a menacingly huge body, his light brown eyes were rather welcoming and friendly. The man held up Arthur's sword which was inside it's sheathe, same as always.
"I sharpened it up for you again..." the man stated as Arthur took the sword from him.
"Th-Thanks... But didn't you sharpen this up for me the other day...?" Arthur questioned as the man raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well technically it was a month ago, but that doesn't make things any better... That should of lasted you a good four or five months, just what are you battling out there huh?" The man asked as Arthur scoffed a little.
"You should know, considering I'm the one who brings back material for your weaponry, Break..." Arthur answered, chucking the sword over his black a little. The man known as Break gave a small sigh, nodding to himself...
"Yes, well when you go slicing through dragons, you could try aiming through the tender parts of their body..." Break scolded him when Arthur paused a little, looking up at Break with a confused expression.
"Wait, did you say a month ago...?"  Arthur inquired, a little surprised as Break nodded.
"Didn't you hear me the first time, I said it was..." Break answered as Arthur held his head... He could of sworn it was just two days ago when he last-... Arthur paused, as he realised that it was just in the dream he had where that had happened... Arthur's eyes grew a little weary as he remained looking down... That's right... That frightfully real experience was just a dream... "Hey, you alright, you seem out of it...? You had a bad sleep or something?" Break asked him, as Arthur looked up with a somewhat awkward smile...
"Y-Yeah.. Guess you can say that..."Arthur uttered as Break tutted whilst shaking his head.
"You need to lay off the sweetbread before bed..." he stated, sounding more like a concerned grandmother than a best friend.

"Arthur, you're wanted in the main court. Order's from her highness..." a large officer called to Arthur from down the hallway, interrupting the two men's conversations.
"Duty calls huh?" Break uttered, as they both watched the officer walk back off as Arthur began walking off.
"Could you fetch my armour out please..." Arthur asked, beginning to walk off as Break gave an agitated expression his way.
"Anything else his lordship?!" he asked with a scowl as Arthur raised his hand.
"Yeah, take a wash, you stink of sweat..." Arthur replied as Break's jaw dropped at Arthur's words, before he turned away, shaking his head in disbelief. "I swear- You know, next time you blunt your sword like that, I will melt it and turn it into a shovel!" Break snapped as quite suddenly Arthur paused at these words... Arthur gave a concerned expression at those words... Like a sudden feeling of de ja vu at a large scale... He glanced back towards Break's way as Break, opened up Arthur's room with a tut... Something seemed extremely off...